There is no joy as radiant nor victory as sweet as that of conquering the cherry tree!
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Triumphant
Month: June 2017
A Moment in Time
A moment in time (Photo: Atara Katz)
In the pause
Between the breath in
And breath out
There’s a moment
In time
Of
Eternity
Slowed,
All movements
Frozen,
Thawed,
Life
Buoyed.
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Be Tender
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Be tender as you tender views and voice perspectives.
Be tender as you offer paths that some refuse (or fear) to take.
Be tender as you formulate your retorts to invectives.
Be tender even as you know how much’s at stake.
Be tender as you tender truth
As you hold fast to honest, fair objectives.
Do not lose heart
Even as some lose moral compass
And attempt to stain integrity
As disrespect.
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Restore Reality
Be brave.
It’s time. It’s been time for too long. It feels eternity.
Take heart … tune off naysayers … and remove the grime of fakery and deception. Speak fact to polish off stains of misinformation, so Truth can once more spread its wings to sunlight, unburdened from prevarication.
Expose the burnish of veracity from under messy piles of perfidy.
Be kind, be firm, and wipe clean fib to showcase verity.
Reality awaits. Impatiently.
It is past time.
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Natty Patty
Her closet is a playground. Her vanity and mirror reflect paradise. She prances with a feather boa. She jingles bangles, beads, and bracelets. She twirls her skirts and points her toes for glimpses of a toenail polish. She sings as she applies her makeup, adores her hair elaborately done. She claps at tutus, ribbons, purses. Has ensembles de rigueur for the library, parties, park benches. She dresses up for the bathroom. She spruces up old pajamas for pizazz. Savors weekend deliberations for outfits in the days to come. She dreams of owning a boutique and her bedroom offers a perpetual rehearsal: dots and stripes, waves and glory, gold and hearts, purple and pink. Her shirts have flare, her shirts can sparkle, her shoes light up, her ribbons glitter, she is a glory in the sun.
She’s the family fashionista, put together to the ninths.
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Forever Uniform
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While life streams by in flows of odd
And change evolves
Or roils
Or frightens,
Some truths remain forever uniform:
Love holds
Hate shatters,
Reason wizens
Division splatters,
Hope grows
Care matters.
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A Little Closer
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“Granpa is no here anymore,” he stated, morose, “he go back to very far.”
The little boy raised impossibly long-lashed honey eyes to me but I didn’t think he was looking at anything in the room. His eyes were seeing through the walls and out to where a presence is not constrained by oceans, mileage, and topography.
His little face was pinched in a sad frown and he fingered the edge of his shirt, before taking in a long breath that seemed to fill not only his lungs but also return the sparkle into his eyes. He pointed a small finger at the center of his chest. Exhaled. Took another breath.
“But Granpa no really faraway,” he declared, the last two words blended into one in a sing-song. “My heart think so he only little closer very far.”
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A New Friend
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There needs to be an extra chair now at the table, another place setting, extra fork. The bath requires extra towels. Reading choices necessitate an added pause. There are lively conversations from the bedroom, laughter, whispered dialogue, deep monologues. A seat to save in rides, a window-or-middle deliberation. Opinions of a first-line advisor, a determined intermediate, a confidante.
Granted, he is secretive, selective, and exclusive. It doesn’t mean he isn’t a good friend.
Accepting him is fact, not question. Get used to it. He’s there. He may not show up to explain, but he will not be ignored or shunned. Be nice. He has deep feelings. He has needs. A keen mind.
Should not matter that he is a dragon-human made of magic. Invisible to all but a certain little one.
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Brassy Doesn’t Mean Strong
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Strength doesn’t lie in the pushy. Cocky does not powerful say. The shameless and showy lead no one ashore, just astray.
True power is held in alliance. In humility, empathy, care. Strength is achieved through the weaving of strands, not their fraying. Accordance is what grows a real, lasting greatness. Obstinacy makes success decay.
When the few rue the day, may the sensible many hold light, lead the way.
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Dis-pro-portion
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There is more good than bad in our world,
yet often bad shouts louder.
There’s more that’s beautiful than not,
though ugliness might steal the hour.
Love holds truth far more than hate,
and radiates the brighter.
So … be mindful of the disproportion …
as dark creeps in to dim what’s lighter.
And know:
Hearts will out-sing cacophony when led by hope,
even if fear may prowl the farther.
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Na'ama Yehuda 
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